2 months

Sean,

So today marks 2 months. I still can't believe it's real. I don't want to believe it's real. You are still the first thing that I think of when I wake up and you are the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. It's been a helluva time since Jan. 30. You know there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss you. I miss your smile, your laugh, your silly ass when you ask for some chips and cheese. I miss your cooking and your bitching and your control. I miss your mechanical mind and I miss your loving heart. There are so many things that I miss about you and I hope that I never get to a point where I don't miss them. You are loved by many and you touched more people that you possibly know. I will always love you. Hell you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

One of my mentors wrote this to me the other day:

Wes, you are traveling through the looking glass slowly, my grief has made a path for you..you will have a depth of compassion inside of you that you did not know could exist. That compassion will give insight into the souls of men. Men and women who need healing, the only kind of healing that your wounded, mended heart can give.

Isn't that amazing. I mean it is something that I hope I can live up to and advice I can share with others. I'm going to shut up now and take myself to work. You are never too far away from me and I will never let you go. I may move on a bit but only with the knowledge you are eternally riding shotgun in my passenger seat.

I love you baby and hope the sun is shining on you and you are having a blast. Try not to worry too much about me, we got this - you and I. We can do it together.

Love Always,

Wes